Cougar sighs as he starts a slow strip of his clothes, hanging them neatly to keep order in the room. He reaches for one of Jake's old t-shirts that he sleeps in, enjoying the room at the shoulders and how it hangs a little longer on him. He tugs on sleeping pants and knots them at the waist before he slides into bed and runs a palm up Jake's back, beginning to truly understand how upset he is.
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He can feel it, in a way. And now he knows that he's the cause. "Por qué no has dicho algo?" Some things, some things they are easier in Spanish than English.